The Time Capsule (Harry Styles Fanfic)

Chapter 8

Harry's POV
15 and a half years old

It has been 18 months since mine and Madden's life's had changed forever that night.

18 months since I've lost the girl I loved with my whole heart, and didn't even realize it.

After that night, my Madden was never the same again. She didn't smile as much, hardly ever laughed, and the light that was once so bright in her eyes it sometimes hurt to look at, was completely void.

She had lost so much weight she didn't fit into any of her clothes, and her mom had taken her to a doctor, scared something was wrong with her physically.

But Madden was just mentally sick, and it didn't seem like she was going to be snapping out of it anytime soon.

All the guys of course noticed, and they all tried their damnedest to get our girl back to the way she was before, but it was useless. Of course, none of them knew the reasoning behind it either.

No one but me.

This was my first year of high school, for me and RJ both. The other 3 were still in middle school, and I told Baker and Edge they had to keep an extra eye out for Madden this year and make sure she was okay. They said she hardly even acknowledged anyone, much less the other students who would sometimes try to talk to her.

Madden wasn't even living anymore, she was just existing. And it was killing me inside slowly every day that I couldn't get her back.

I missed her. I missed her so fucking much.

It was a Friday night, and instead of going to a party with the guys like we usually did, I told them I wasn't feeling well and staying home. Truth was, I was going to go over to Madden's house and see if I couldn't talk to her.

Even just to see a glimpse of the girl I once knew. I just needed that.

Sliding up her bedroom window like I had done so many countless times before, I found her sitting on her bed watching some show on her TV.

She turned her head at hearing my arrival, but then turned right back to the TV once she saw it was just me.

Once upon a time, she would jump up and down in excitement at seeing me, now there was nothing.

"What are you doing here?" She asked.

I kicked off my shoes and climbed into her bed beside her like I had done so many times before. "Coming to see you."

"Why?"

"Why wouldn't I?"

"It's a Friday night. You and the boys always have something planned on Friday nights."

"I decided not to tonight, didn't feel like it."

"You sick or something?" She asks.

"Yes, I'm dying." I tease her.

"Oh, well okay." She says, further telling me she's not paying a bit of attention to what I'm actually saying.

"Yeah." I say. "I also fucked your mom last night."

"That's good to hear." She says, still just staring at her TV screen.

I sit up and grab the pillow from behind me and wap the shit out of her face with it, hoping like hell it actually hurt.

"Hey!" She screams, and sits up angrily. "What the hell was that for?"

"You're not even listening to me!"